It’s very disheartening to encounter a fearful twenty-one year old. They haven’t earned the right to be that afraid. It’s not like we’re living in war-torn Bosnia or something.
Instead of writing it wrong six times and then writing it right, I think it wrong six times and then write it right the seventh time.
If there had been a job of being a reader, I would have taken that, because I love to read and I don’t love to write. That would be blissful.
Donald Trump is not my fault. You can blame certain things on me, but not Donald Trump.
I woke up at five o’clock in the morning with the whole first paragraph in my head. Now, this just shows what a slothful person I am: I tried to go back to sleep.
I used to love to write. As a child I used to write all the time. I loved to write up until the second I got my first professional writing job. It turns out it’s not that I hate to write. I hate, simply, to work.
I don’t like to read nonfiction. To me, fact is something I can look up.
My dream writing room would be the Imperial Library in Vienna.
Not writing is probably the most exhausting profession I’ve ever encountered.
Take away a man’s actual sense of manhood – which is conventionally based on the ability to work, to earn money, to be self-sufficient, to provide for children – and you’ve got to give them something else. And they did.
If I lived in another country, like a country that was, say, an enemy of the United States, I would be more amused than I am.
Will power is not telling anybody you quit smoking.
I’m sure that being sober all these years accounts for my ill humor.
I’m a horrible girlfriend. I always was. I’m great at the beginning, because I can be very romantic.
All style is personal – that’s what distinguishes it from fashion.
There are certain relationships I think I’m great at: I’m the world’s greatest daughter. I’m a great relative. I believe I’m a great friend.
You can be nasty when you are young, but you really have to be older to achieve bitterness.
Do not have your child’s hair cut by a real hairdresser in a real hairdressing salon. He is, at this point, far too short to be exposed to contempt.
If thine enemy offend thee, give his child a drum.
The good thing about being in someone else’s apartment is it’s so much easier to leave than it is to get someone out.